Walking on the road of my heart,
He cramped it.
He was the demon who shouted my name.
I turned back,
To see the wings,
That would help me fly where the oceans and the sky, met.
“Words don’t love me”, He said.
I looked at him patiently.
He’d say something, maybe?
I tried saying something.
All he heard,
Was the wind painting the words which I never said.
“I love you”
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